Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Norway and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Malaria! to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Dave Gahan,
Stereo Dub,
Magma,
JFA,
Con Funk Shun,
Man Parrish,
Echospace,
Soulsonic Force,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Toasters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soft Machine,
Model 500,
Kerri Chandler,
Scratch Acid,
Pantaleimon,
Grauzone,
Isaac Hayes,
Aaron Thompson,
Unwound,
Freddie Wadling,
Eddi Front,
Moss Icon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
B.T. Express,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tres Demented,
Duran Duran,
Tubeway Army,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultravox,
Infiniti,
Index,
Frankie Knuckles,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Monks,
X-101,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stiv Bators,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skarface,
Warsaw,
The Alarm Clocks,
Surgeon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Main Source,
Fat Boys,
Oblivians,
Idris Muhammad,
Kas Product,
The Birthday Party,
Radiohead,
Black Flag,
Supertramp,
Organ,
Derrick May,
The Moody Blues,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
T. Rex,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.